Incockski Today – Friday 30th August 2019: The days are getting shorter like my sanity is! Haha!

2019 Aug 30

2019 Aug 30

Friday 30th August 2019

Mongolian: 2019 оны 8-р сарын 30-ны Баасан гараг

1Mon01a

00:35hrs: I seemed to wake up, and dexterously, suantly almost effortlessly, seamlessly, edged my way out of the Brother-in-Law damaged, while he was flat-sitting and installing clandestine CCTC cameras, as he searched around for my valuables, while I was in hospital, £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, rickety, gungy-beige-coloured, c1968, sometimes working, uncomfortable, rickety, rinky-dinked, rattling, rusty, resurrected, reconditioned, recalcitrant, recidivating, rotting-away recliner, to have a wee-wee.  

WD 0.0.30B The moment my legs bared the mass of weight of me, Arthur Itis was there again, giving me painful grief! Dizzy Dennis paid a short visit. Then Anne Gyna threw in her penneth of throbbing and stinging, to the melee of discomfort! The innards were hardened, very-slowly rumbling and aching.  It told me the constipation was likely getting worse. Ah, well, no use complaining. (Although I was tempted, haha!)

The wee-wee was a bit of a hindrance too. In the ELDWWIEE (Extra-Long-Dribbling-When-Will-It-Ever-End) style.

WD 0.0.30B As I made my way to empty and clean the grey-bucket, I had to divert to the Porcelain Throne. Gotten Himmel! A marathon session timewise. Although I did manage to free things in the end, it was harsh and painful, almost pernicious, going! Still, on the bright-side, there was little cleaning up needed afterwards, amazingly no bleeding, either. And at least I have passed something, at last, two giant torpedoes! I needed to rest a moment or two before standing up again. I don’t know how there was room for them, even with my generously proportioned stomach! Hehehe!

4Thu22The legs were looking a bit betterer. The odd mark on the right leg above the Arthur Itis-ridden right knee was fading like I predicted it would. At least I know know what is causing them to appear (I think). According to the results, from Stroke Doctor Senthil K Ragunathan, it is Clopidogrel, whatever that is. I’ll look it up. Here is what Google tell us: USES: Clopidogrel is used to prevent heart attacks and strokes in persons with heart disease (recent heart attack), recent stroke, or blood circulation disease (peripheral vascular disease). It is also used with aspirin to treat new/worsening chest pain (new heart attack, unstable angina) and to keep blood vessels open. So, that must have been the medicine allergy I got in the hospital. When the blotches first started on the body? The pins were a different colour to each other again, as well!

I cleaned and sanitised the bucket, washed again, and got to the kitchen. Where I moved the hanging handwashing to the airer. Took the medications, and an extra Senna. (Must get some more in stock)

It took me until 0435ish, to get the updating done for the Thursday blog. I sent an Email to Jane & Pet. Hope they are alright, Pete has trouble with the car, so not too worried. But my EQ told me Jane was het-up or had problems. So I asked her to email me back. Then I got the post sent off to WordPress. Then went on their Reader Section.

5Fri02I made a start on this posting.

Time to get the ablutions done, so I can get the first bus in time, and get the spuds, peas and eye spray.

WD 0.0.30B The session was full of Dropsiegangleplops, far too many to remember, soap, toothpaste, shaving gel can, the razors several times, paper towels, toothbrush, etc., and more.

5Fri007Cressed and took the black bags to the waste chute, then down and along the passageway through Winwood Court and to their lobby.

WD 0.0.30B The door to the benches outside was still not working. Some cleaning stuff had been left out in the alleyway. The artwork on the walls, avant-garde, present-day, advanced, and modernistic, not my style at all, it breaks up the monotony as you walk along.

Got to the Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress Wardens new holding cells, Malcolm was in there with all three NHS staff. Deana was busy on the phone, we others had a chinwag, and I offered out the nibble-bag.

As I left to go to the bus stop, two ladies were sat there. I had a natter and laugh with Mary. Then went to the bus stop, for a more significant bit of verbalisationing, moaning, complaining and laughter, flowed! I caught the L9, the others all got off in Sherwood apart from Margaret (who helped with the crsswords for me again!) and hubby, Caroline from the top home and me, who went to Arnold. Where I got off and made my way to the Market Place.

5Fri007cThe fresh pod peas had now finished, and the season ended! Sob! I got some potatoes for Joycie’s and my nosh on Sunday. Then I went to Asda (Walmart).

On my way in, people from the Arnold Food Bank gave me a list of foods they were in need off. I hobbled around and got a few bits to donate on the way. I got to the self-serve tills and put everything through, but the card would not be accepted. After several tries, the staff moved me to another counter, and I had to pay with cash. A bit worrying, that.

5Fri019aI came out with mushrooms, tomatoes, crisps and canned meat and fish extra, and handed them to the Food Bank people. The trolley bag was overfull and the carrier ladened with fodder for myself.

I made my way to the bus stop on High Street, and within 10 seconds of my arrival, the bus came! Phew! In Sherwood on the way home, we picked up Margaret and Hubby, with a few other Winwood Heights tenants.

I got off the bus last, as is usual, to avoid getting in the way of other more nimble residents. All the others had long gone, back into their Winchester Flats. I walked to the Winwood Courts door, and Doris joined me, we chatted and had a laugh en route.

5Fri11The door out to the benches in the new passageway to Woodthorpe Court was still not working.

Doris and I were like a couple of schoolchildren in the lift, laughing and joking. Hehehe! I alighted the elevator, and farewells were wished!

All I was good for was sleeping! The regular drained and weary feeling came over me even earlier than normal today.

5Fri10I did spot a Birthday card in the hallway that came on Wednesday, shoved through the door, that I had put on the radiator on my way out, and had forgotten all about, as I entered. It was from Part-time Cat-Walk fashion Model, and Obergruppenführeress, Warden Deana. I must remember to thank her. That’s two cards this year, same as last year. Not everyone can claim that at my age! Jane and Deana, just a part of my many female fan club. Hehehe!

5Fri20WD 0.0.30B I got the chips in the oven, and cleaned the wheels of the three-wheeler trolley, now hoodless, and with lousy breaks! I’ll have to go take a look at what they have on offer at the Scootermania shop in the morning. If I remember, that is! Phwert!

WD 0.0.30Bacci As I was cleaning the kitchen floor with the long brush and dustpan, my foot caught the corner of the cabinet stack. This loosened the things on top, and some of the items came tumbling down, on my head! Thank heavens I don’t keep anything heavy up there. Phew! Medication pods and some olive oil bottles (plastic) were all that fell, and they just bounced off of my head without any injury and hid cunningly under the other cabinets.  Although it made me jump a bit! Hahaha!

5Fri08I rang Sister Jane and Pete, as I had not had a reply to my email asking if they were alright. But they were fine, I’ glad to say, the EQ was wrong!

I got the nosh served up. And a feast of flavour it was too! Well worth the Flavour Rating I gave it of 8.8/10! Got the pots washed.

I put on a Rumpole of the Bailey DVD to watch and settled. Much to my pleasure and delight, after a couple of episodes, I drifted off into slumberland! Great!

When I woke, convinced it was morning or thereabouts, I rose, freeing my over-abundant body from the Brother-in-Law Pete damaged, £300, second-hand, near-dilapidated, rickety, gungy-beige coloured, c1968, recliner, and took a wee-wee, of the LRWS (Long-Reluctant-Weak-Sprinkly) mode in the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket).

5Fri11Got the handwashing done, and took a photo of what at the time I believed was the morning sky! This was when it dawned on me, and I checked the second-hand bargain £2 charity shop bought wristwatch, (With the £10 replacement strap, and £10.95 battery) for the time. 07:30hrs. I put on the computer to find out it was 19:30 hours!

So, the day had started far too early! Humph!

Inchcockski. Fri 23 Aug 19: Arthur Itis hassle, lost my new Andy-Cap! But still a most pleasurable, social of days!

2019 Aug 23

2019 May 07

Friday 23rd August 2019

Croatian: Petak, 23. Kolovoza 2019. Godine

5Fri007

WD 0.0.0. 02:15hrs. I stirred, with a copious amount of excruciation emanating from the right knee and thigh, curtesy of Arthur Itis (I think!) Getting myself free of the £300, second-hand, c1968, currently-not-working, shockingly tatty, beige-coloured, near-dilapidated, rickety, rinky-dinked, rusty, recliner without causing too much bother from the leg, was not easy, nor without discomfort and pain. Back to how it used to before? Oh, heck!

I hobbled, literally, to the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket), which was as full as it has ever been, and topped it-up with an LWDS (Long-Weak-Dribbling-Sprinkling) wee-wee. I took the bucket with me for emptying, cleaning and sanitising to the wet room.

WD 0.0.0. I noticed than the right leg was filling up with water retention a bit. Also, the centre of returning leg-ulcer had some black growth coming through in its centre. I went to the kitchen and took these pictures of the pins.

5Fri006

WD 0.0.0. Within a couple of minutes, I was back having a wee-wee in the cleaned bucket! I got the kettle on, and blow-me-down-with-a-feather-duster, I needed another wee-wee! This one was more of an ELDOP (Extra-Long-Drawn-Out-Persistent), variety.

This was a sort of, reversion to how things were three months ago? All the hassles and botherations seemed to be returning again. Not the best of starts. Arthur Itis rampant, the wee-weeing getting out of hand still, the leg-ulcer reappearing and my spirits sinking. Hehe!

5Fri01I got the oven-mitt washed in the bowl, and left it to hang to dry. It’ll probably be ready to use in a week or two. Haha!

With the wee-wee situation as it is, I decided against making a drink after all.

Yet another ELDOP wee-wee was taken. Blimey, this bucket is filling up fast again!

5Fri02I took a photo out of the unwanted, thick-framed, light & view-blocking kitchen windows; with a ledge that sticks out so far, one cannot see anything down below. A terrible result this time.

WD 0.0.0. I took the morning medications with some spring water, taking an extra pain-killer, to counter not only the Arthur Itis but the freshly started stomach pains. No rumblings with it though.

WD 0.0.0. The call to the Porcelain Throne arrived, so I responded. The first evacuation in weeks that was not painful, Hurrah! But it was so messy, and over in seconds again. The cleaning up afterwards, took far longer than the evacuation did. Tsk!

I got on with updating the Thursday blog. I seemed to get it done a lot quicker today? Then I went on the WordPress reader section. A lot to get caught up on and some great stuff had been posted!

5Fri03As I was getting ready to start this post going, the stomach started itching. I took a look and found sone blood papsules coming up, near the bottom scars from the heart op. What’s going on? I thought. A day of blood papsules on the right hand, then they disappeared. Then they came up, on the right knee, for a day. Now the stomach? Mind-boggling, incogitable!

And, you’d have thought the scars would have been cleared up by now, after all these years? Hello, another ELDOP (Extra-Long-Drawn-Out-Persistent) wee-wee needed! Blimey!

5Fri10 My allotriophagy showed itself suddenly. I just fancied a pot noodle!

So off into the kitchen. Got the picker-upperer, and maneuvred it up to grab a BBQ flavoured pot of the stuff.

WD 0.0.0. I held on to it for about three seconds or so, and the CIDP affected right arm saluted, and the leg did a mini-Neuropathic Schuhplattler. (The neuropathic medicine drop kettle dance), but in this case, it was Pot Noodle! It came down I think, via the air vent on the wall, the counter-top, my stomach, the radiator, to the floor! Hehe!

 WD 0.0.0. This made me more determined to eat the damned thing! Oh, dear, it was so tasteless. Ah, well!

I got the ablutions sorted. There was only one dropsy this morning! (Smug-Mode-Adopted!) The toothpaste. Only one little nick when shaving.

WD 0.0.0.A2 Things went well… until I tackled the Sock-Glide! The result, a 3-0 win for the evil, finger-trapping, bruise giving, toe-stubbing Sock-Glide. Hahaha!

5Fri11I got everything needed for the trip to get the garden peas and potatoes, and meandered down the elevator, meeting Mary as she got on at the first floor. We had a natter and laugh on the way through the passageway into Winwood Court. I stopped to see if the door opening to the little sitting garden had been mended, but it wasn’t done yet.

Note here: proof that I had got my new light blue cap with me. It hangs on the three-wheeler at this stage.

5Fri019I then went out the front lobby doors, and Cyndy came out behind me. I asked if it would be alright for me to take her photograph with the new passage in the background, and she kindly obliged me.

I won’t take long for the glass in the background to get dirty, I fear. And the lawn to be decimated and get tatty. Shame, but it looks so incredible at the moment. As, indeed, so did Cyndy.

We had a chinwag as we hobbled to the bus stop, where quite a gang of Windwood Heightonians had gathered.

5Fri019aI took a snap of site of the old temporary the Nottingham City Homes, Winwood Heights, Hauptbereitschaftsleiteress sexpot Warden’s Temporary HQ. Sarcasm & Insult distribution area. Tenants Socialisationistical Meeting Shed. Telling Inchcock off Zone. Where things like crockery and pottery get stolen from. Rumourmongering Clinic, and somewhere to rest while waiting for the bus, Portakabin, had been located for two years. It’s still odd, not see it!

I enjoyed having a listen for a while, then got out the crossword book, as Caroline from the top home arrived and told me of her recent medical investigations. She seemed to be alright and not over-anxious today, which pleased me.

The bus arrived, and I settled in the usual side-saddle seat and had a natter with Mary en route to Arnold. Where I joined her in a walkabout and shopping session. This had made a jolly-nice change for me. The Arthur Itis played up a few times as we went around. I followed her into the Wilko Store, where she was fortunate in getting the last three packs of the coffee she loves so, along with some other bits. I bought a bag of yoghourt covered peanuts.

5Fri20We paid (well we thought we would this time. Hehe!) and left, taking a stroll to the Arnold flea market, where I found the fruit and Veg stall had some potatoes and garden peas that I craved. I got two 1lb bags of peas, and five large baking potatoes, because they were five for £2, a fiver spent, with the £3 for peas and £1 for the peanuts at Wilkos, that was only £6 I’d spent. Self-control, you see! Hahaha!

Mary took a potato from me, that I offered her, so as not to let it go to waste. They were the same variety of potato as last week, Wiljas, I think. They were brilliant quick cookers and were perfect with the Leicester cheese for boiling then baking last Sunday. I reckon that Josie really enjoyed them, last week, too.

Mary and I then went into the Asda store. Where Mary filled up her massive four-wheeler trolley to the top! We paid at the standard check-out for our purchases. I got, only a Milk Roll loaf (90p), a jar of beetroot (£1.04), some mini-sponge rolls (45p), and some spring onions (85p), that were massive! Only three in a bunch, they were that thick and rounded. I tried them, hoping they would be mild with being so large. So, there you have it, Inchcock goes shopping and only spends £9.50, in three shops! By gum, I did well!

We poddled up to the L9 bus stop. Arthur Itis ever-present, and the odd shake from the arm and leg, but only the arthritis was of any concern or real pain.

WD 0.0.0. The bus arrived, and I got settled in the side-saddle seat again, but Dizzy Dennis attacked, and much of memory of the journey back to the flats, is now vague. I remember feeling things were coming back to normal when we arrived in Sherwood though. Five or six Winwood Heightonian’s got on the bus, and laughter flowed. I remember Cyndy, Welsh William, and Pete getting on, but I think there were many others as well. Memory blanks have been so rare this week gone, and I am not happy they have returned. Still, you don’t like to complain does yer!

WD 0.0.0. As we dismounted the bus back at the flats, I looked in the trolley bag for my hat to put on, as it was a bit windy. But it was not there, and I wanted to dry! The photo earlier proves I took it out with me, but where I had lost in I don’t know. Did I drop it in the foyer? On the bus going or returning? The shops? Mary said she could not remember seeing it at all and expected me to find it in the flat. At the time, I had not seen the photo, and thought maybe the same, well, I hoped I’d find it in the apartment. (But no!)

Mary and I went up in the lift, my bidding Mary a good day and thanking her for wandering around with me in toe, as she got off on the first floor.

WD 0.0.0. As I got in the flat, the first thing was to search around for the cap, no luck! Next, it suddenly dawned on me, that the constant wee-weeing of this morning had not bothered me at all when I was out and about? I appreciated this muchly, but was baffled as to why? For within a couple of minutes of getting back in the flat, the flowing, or rather, sprinkling started again?

5Fri20bI got the fodder put away. You can see the size of the Spring Onions!

I got the oven warming to put the chips in later.

Then I stripped off and got the heavy shirt and the bamboo socks hand-washed. The thermal longsleeved shirt will take some drying off. And the oven-mitts washed earlier, should be dried by around 03:30hrs, on December 10th, I reckon. Hehehe!

5Fri20dI spotted an envelope in the door letterbox, well chewed up, but I resurrected it. It was a courtesy notification, about work that will be starting on the lobby area, on the 28th Wednesday 28th August.

WD 0.0.0. My EQ immediately told me to take extra-care on this day! A worrying and unnerving feeling came over me! I can only hope for the best, but I must be sure that I will be on guard on this day! Having a high EQ, and one that is rarely wrong can be such a bind. Mind-befuddling and it gnaws at my confidence and contentment, too!

I got the chips added to the salad meal5Fri20e. The colossal, humongous sliced spring onion, was excellent and mild flavoured! But, I think the severe EQ warning, had put me off enjoying it as much as I might have. That and the guilt of the extra-thick pastry on the Morrison’s mini-pork and pickle pork pies! Guilt and Fear Modes Adopted! Not easy to engage these two. Haha!

A flavour rating of 5/10 was given for this ingurgitated, chugalugged nosh.

I settled to watch a DVD… Zzzz!